I am Torsche Veragaard, but most simply call me Hungerfield. Treasure-hunting is my profession. Really though, I simply like to experience new and sometimes forbidden planets because I like being where no one has been or where none are allowed to go.
My family is large. I am the youngest of four brothers and four sisters. I love my family but I had to leave their home on earth. My siblings came in sets of twins. First Andrew and Chris were born; identical twins. Then Edith and Rebecca, also identical. Next, Sophie and Stannislav. And finally, Zack and Triana.
Skip to my mother’s death and I am born. My mother, Linda Bloom, was an animal trainer and veterinarian. She married my father, Olaf Veragaard, a genetic engineer. It took him a long time to warm up to me, if he ever did …
I am on good terms with my family. The brothers all became rocket scientists and the sisters all became artists. As a young child, I made friends with a group of sprites that lived in the forest near my family’s industrial farming complex. They took me to their homeland, taught me their language, and showed me how to be a spritely warrior. I spent what seemed to be a lifetime among my sprite friends, whom my family referred to as “imaginary”—but they just turned invisible when my siblings came around. When I returned from the sprite homeland, I discovered that several years had passed, that I had been declared missing and presumed dead. I also discovered that during my absence my father had died.
Upon returning home, a strange ship crashed about 3 miles away from our farm. It contained hideous aliens that killed and destroyed many of the animals and workers on our farm. My family and a few workers survived because my “imaginary” friends and a mysterious nymph (whom I fell irreversibly in love with) fought them off as a boon to me for adventuring with them. I have nightmares and sleepless nights when I dream of the aliens.
I keep to myself when no one else is around.
No, I have never killed anybody.
I want to learn alien languages and marry the mysterious nymph who saved me and my family from the aliens.
I wield a whip, bolas, net, greatsword, my fists and feet, and mithral breast plate. I wear a t-shirt that says, “NO FAT CHICKS.”
I do good if I can. At least, I do no evil.
Good can arise spontaneously or be so cultivated by method. True good is to create a method that accomplishes lots of “little good” spontaneously.
I freak out when I’m near cold-iron. To touch it causes me terrible agony.
My passions are danger and play.
I’m good but I’m not a paladin about it!